by Opal Carew
“Why would I want him to?”
“Because maybe you’d like him to join us for another fantasy.”
She gazed into J.M.’s brown eyes, hunger burning inside her. “Like what?”
He grinned. “A really popular fantasy for women is a ménage à trois. Do you want to give it a try?”
Images of J.M. in front of her, Quinn behind, crushing her between their bodies, their hard cocks delving into her, sent her pulse racing.
She drew in a deep breath and hesitated. A threesome? How could she do something like that?
Ha. This from the woman who let a total stranger have his way with her last night.
She chewed her lower lip. When had she become such a prude? They were talking about sex between consenting adults. With two experts on sex, as a matter of fact. And writing about sex was her job.
Research didn’t get any better than this! How could she possibly not do this?
J.M. slid his arm around her waist, sending currents of need through her. “I could arrange it for tonight.”
She gazed at him, wondering if she should drag him up to one of their rooms and have her way with him right now. On the other hand, anticipation—and the promise of two hot, hard guys—would make it all the better!
“Tonight would be good.”
A knock sounded at the door. Kara stiffened and tightened the knot of her black satin robe. That would be her sexy stranger from last night. Quinn.
Could she really do this?
J.M. went to the door and opened it.
“Quinn, come in.” J.M. stepped back and let Quinn in.
He looked so sexy in slim-fitting blue jeans that hugged his long, lean thighs, and a casual navy shirt. His gaze immediately fell on Kara. Some of his straight, light brown hair had fallen across his forehead, and he raked it back as his gaze caressed her satin-clad form. A slow smile spread across his face, lighting his deep blue eyes.
“Kara . . .” Her name sounded like silk gliding from his lips. “It’s wonderful seeing you again.”
His ocean blue gaze locked on hers, holding her mesmerized as he stepped toward her. She drew in a breath as he approached, forcing herself to breathe out again.
“J.M. told me you recognized me at lunch.”
She nodded. “Your voice.”
“Ah . . .” His lips turned up in a devilish smile. “And I thought you sensed a magical aura about me.”
He took her hand and brought it to his lips. The delicate brush of his mouth sent tingles dancing along her skin.
“I am delighted you want to see me again,” he said. “Ever since last night, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
He turned her hand over and pressed his lips to her palm. Her knees nearly buckled on the spot.
“J.M., are there any ground rules this evening?” he asked, releasing neither Kara’s hand nor her gaze. Even though he was talking to J.M., it felt as though she and Quinn were the only ones in the room.
“The only rule is that Kara is comfortable with whatever happens.” J.M. stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Anything to add, Kara?”
Oh, God, she couldn’t think, let alone form words, so she simply shook her head.
J.M. nuzzled her ear. “Would you like some wine?”
“Yes, please.” Maybe that would help calm her. This whole situation was unsettling, yet wildly exciting.
Quinn’s mouth found the inside of her wrist. Tingles skated up her arm, then quivered down her spine. He kissed along her forearm, then nuzzled the inside of her elbow. She felt dizzy and excited, her blood simmering with heat. His kisses continued up her arm to her shoulder. When he pressed his lips to her neck she grasped his shoulders for support.
She gazed at him, her lips slightly parted. Her focus dropped to his lips. He tipped up her chin and dropped his mouth to hers. At the first brush of his lips, she drew in a deep breath, then surrendered herself to the passionate onslaught of his mouth. His lips moved on hers with a masterful confidence, then his tongue nudged forward and slipped inside. She met his tongue with enthusiasm, delving into his mouth and exploring freely.
This man was so sexy and confident . . . and knew how to make a woman feel desired.
“Your wine.” J.M.’s voice startled her from her delightful surrender.
She drew back from Quinn and took the wineglass from J.M. She felt a little flushed and strangely embarrassed by kissing Quinn in front of J.M. Although last night, J.M. had watched Quinn make love to her. She had had on a blindfold, which had made it feel somewhat . . . surreal. She hadn’t seen either of them . . . had been totally caught up in the fantasy painted by J.M.’s words. It had been as if only she and J.M. were present. Now it was different.
She sipped her wine . . . glanced at J.M., then Quinn . . . then sipped her wine again.
J.M. ran his hands over her shoulders and smiled.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
She stared at the stemmed glass in her hand and nodded.
He took the glass from her fingers and set it on the round table, then drew her into his arms.
“I’m not jealous. This fantasy . . . you and me . . . and another man . . . I know it’s exciting to you, and that’s exciting to me.”
“And it’s sure as hell exciting to me, too,” Quinn added with a chuckle.
A small smile spread across her lips and she kissed J.M. His arms around her, his lips moving on hers, made her feel secure. And confident. She could do this.
Their kiss turned passionate, sending wild tremors through her as the hormones she’d been trying desperately to rein in finally released. Her nipples puckered and her insides seemed to melt. She stroked her fingers along J.M.’s clean-shaven cheeks, loving the feel of his masculine jaw moving as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly.
Their tongues danced as J.M.’s hands caressed her back. Then another hand glided across her shoulder. Quinn stroked her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck. J.M. cupped her cheeks and Quinn shifted closer, his hard chest pressing against her back. Quinn ran his hands down the sides of her ribs, sending a frenzy of sensation dancing through her. Her nipples pulsed with need and she arched forward, crushing her breasts against J.M.’s muscular chest.
J.M. released her lips and turned her around. Quinn covered her mouth with his and swirled his tongue inside while J.M. cupped her breasts. She sucked on Quinn’s tongue while J.M. squeezed and caressed her swollen mounds until she gasped, dropping her head back against J.M.’s shoulders.
“Come here, sweetheart,” J.M. said as he guided her backward. He sat down on the couch and eased her in front of him so she perched on the edge between his strong thighs.
Quinn sat in the chair opposite them, just a couple of feet away. She was facing Quinn, with J.M. cradling her from behind. Starting at her shoulders, J.M.’s hands glided down her body, over the black satin of her robe. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples. Quinn watched with great interest, his sea blue gaze locked on J.M.’s active fingers. J.M. continued down her ribs. When he encountered the sash of her robe, his fingers entangled in the narrow band of fabric and she felt it release. She watched Quinn’s darkening blue eyes as J.M. drew open the fabric.
Her breathing quickened as he revealed her nearly naked form, dressed only in a skimpy lace bra, panties, garter belt, and black stockings. At Quinn’s heated gaze, her nipples puckered even tighter.
“You love him seeing you, don’t you?” J.M. murmured in her ear.
She nodded, seeing no point in denying it. J.M. pulled her robe down her shoulders, then twisted the fabric tight around her upper arms like a binding, thrusting forward her breasts. She sucked in air at the immensely erotic feeling of being held captive in this way.
J.M. stared down at her. “They really are quite lovely.” While still holding her immobilized, he stroked his free hand over one breast, then the other. He dipped one finger under the lace cup and teased her hard nipple. She arche
d against him. He slipped the rest of his fingers inside her bra and cupped her breast, then caressed.
She wanted more. Oh, so much more.
He released the fabric behind her and drew the robe from her arms. Then his other hand snaked around her waist and he caressed her ribs and descended to her panties. His finger trailed along the edge of the lace, then dipped underneath. She almost gasped as it curled between her legs and dipped inside. Her thighs spread wider to give him better access.
J.M. grinned at Quinn. “She is very wet.”
Quinn sipped his wine as he stared intently at the movement of J.M.’s fingers under the black lace. She melted against J.M. as one finger toyed with her nipple and the other stroked inside her. A frenzy of sensations quivered through her.
He drew his hands from her intimate parts and released the hooks of her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders. She slid her arms free, then rested her hands on his muscular thighs, still cradling her. Slowly, he eased the lacy cups from her breasts. Cool air washed against them, making the nipples thrust forward. With both men’s hot gazes caressing her, however, heat sweltered through her.
Quinn’s fingers twitched as though he couldn’t wait to stroke her, but he sat calmly watching J.M. caress her swollen mounds. She sighed against him, enjoying the delicate pressure of his hands roaming over her. He cupped her and her nipples peaked into his palms. His hands slid under her breasts and he lifted them.
“Quinn, would you like a taste of these?”
“You’re damn right I would.”
Quinn surged forward and knelt in front of her. Her breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing. He stroked over the swell of white flesh, then dragged his fingertip over one hard nub. She whimpered. He grinned, staring at the dusty rose nipple. Then he leaned forward and licked it. She dropped her head onto J.M.’s shoulder. J.M. watched as Quinn’s mouth covered her nipple and he began to suck. At the same time, Quinn found her other nipple and tweaked it. Kara moaned as molten heat flooded through her.
J.M.’s hands stroked her ribs as Quinn teased her nipples. Her eyelids fell closed and she simply enjoyed the feel of a hot mouth and warm hands stroking her. Quinn sucked on her sensitive nub again and she moaned. J.M.’s hands glided down her sides, then he slid inside her panties again. He stroked over her clit, triggering wild tingles inside her, then he dipped into her. She arched upward.
“She really is ready for us.”
Quinn glanced down at J.M.’s probing hand under the fabric. “Let me feel.”
J.M. slipped from inside her and cupped her breasts.
Quinn kissed down her belly, then nibbled on the edge of her panties. He tugged the lace to the side and glanced at what it had been hiding. She trembled as he gazed at her curls, then slowly dipped his fingers under the fabric and cupped her. She rose against his hand . . . then he stroked her wet slit.
“You are incredibly wet, gorgeous. I can hardly wait to taste you.”
She felt weak at the thought of his full mouth covering her . . . his tongue delving into her.
Quinn drew his hand away as J.M. tucked his fingers under the lace edges of her panties and drew them down. She lifted her hips so he could slide them down her thighs. Quinn took over and slid them the rest of the way off.
J.M. leaned back, tucking his hands under her and lifting her onto his hips, which raised her pelvis. She could feel the swell of his erection under her. Quinn pressed her knees farther apart and leaned forward.
At the first touch of his hot mouth on her, she moaned . . . then when his tongue stroked over her clit, she whimpered. He licked her slit, then drove his tongue into her. Her fingers tangled in his short brown hair as pleasure seeped through her. J.M. stroked her breast, occasionally tugging or squeezing a nipple. Quinn teased her with a rapid flicking of his tongue in and out, then shifted to her clit. His tongue spiraled over it as he slid two fingers inside her. She moaned at the delightful stroking and the intense pleasure quivering from her clit. Pleasure swelled through her and she gripped his head as she rode the wave. Higher. Bucking against him.
Finally, she collapsed on J.M., her entire body a boneless mass.
A chuckle rumbled through J.M. “Time for a nap, Kara?”
“Are you kidding?”
Both men laughed and J.M. sat up, easing her forward.
Quinn stood up, retrieved his wine, and took a sip. The man had too many damn clothes on. Not that it wasn’t wildly sexy lying here—on top of J.M.—totally naked . . . with both men fully clothed. Like she was their plaything. She almost wanted to get up and walk around, flaunting her nudity, while playing the willing slave ready to satisfy their every whim.
But right now, she wanted to see some male flesh.
Thirteen
“Quinn, that shirt looks a little hot.”
He promptly set down his glass and, grinning at her, slowly released the top button of his shirt . . . then the next. She watched as the fabric eased open, revealing well-defined muscles across a broad chest. Her fingers itched to stroke along that satiny skin stretched taut over steel-hard muscle. He unfastened the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, then peeled it away.
She had to touch him. She stood up and walked toward him, aware of J.M.’s gaze following her naked derriere. Quinn’s gaze caressed her naked breasts. Knowing both men watched her . . . and wanted her . . . sent goose bumps dancing along her skin.
She stroked her hand along his hot, hard flesh, then dipped her finger into his wineglass and stroked a burgundy smudge across his chest. She leaned forward and licked the wine from him. She dipped again and dabbed the liquid on his beadlike nipple, then flicked her tongue over it as she continued to stroke his chest. Muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as his arm encircled her. He dragged her against his body and captured her lips. Her hard nipples drove into his chest as he crushed her to him, his tongue probing her mouth, then released her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
She stepped back a little, stroking her hand over his sculpted abs.
“Quinn, I’m a little”—she dragged her gaze from his simmering blue eyes, down his broad chest, to his crotch, and licked her lips—“hungry.”
“Really?”
He unfastened his belt, then his zipper, and his pants dropped to the floor. He pulled the elastic of his boxers forward, then down. As he bent over, she got only a quick glimpse of hard cock as he peeled the boxers off. Then he stood up.
She had only felt his cock last night. Thick. Entering her from behind.
Now she stared at it. Hard . . . thick . . . curving upward.
She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. Hot, and as hard as steel beneath the soft kid-leather skin. She stroked up and down.
J.M. stepped behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist. As she crouched in front of Quinn, J.M.’s hands enveloped her breasts. Kara explored Quinn’s cock, stroking her finger over the head, then around the ridge of the corona. Her other hand slid downward and cupped the sacs underneath. She kissed the tip of his cockhead—a brief brush of her lips—then drew his balls forward. There was no hair on them . . . or anywhere on his groin . . . something she hadn’t noticed last night. She’d been a little preoccupied, but the fact that he shaved his personal places delighted her. She drew one sac forward and licked it, then nibbled it with her lips.
“Oh, yeah.”
At the sound of pleasure in his voice, she leaned forward and opened her lips around his ball and drew it into her mouth. She prodded it with her tongue, then gently squeezed it in her mouth. His fingers curled through her hair, his pelvis arching against her.
“Gorgeous, that is . . .”
She opened wider and drew the other ball into her mouth.
“Ohhh, so great.”
J.M. stroked her hard nipples, then crouched behind her as his hands glided down her waist and over her hips. He stroked around her stomach and drew her against him, then cupped her breasts again.
She sucked lightly
on Quinn, then released his sacs and licked the base of his shaft. J.M. cupped her ass and caressed in circles, watching while she licked Quinn’s cock from bottom to top. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cockhead, then around the ridge.
She covered Quinn’s cock with her mouth and sucked the head inside. The hot, smooth skin filled her mouth and she squeezed it, then dove down on him. J.M.’s hand slid between her legs and stroked her slick opening while she sucked on Quinn. She stroked his balls and tightened her mouth around his hard shaft, then she sucked him deep inside. He groaned, stroking her hair from her face. Pleasure melted through her at J.M.’s intimate stroking as she sucked and squeezed Quinn’s cock and caressed his balls.
“Oh, man, doll, I’m going to burst.”
She nodded and hot liquid erupted in her mouth.
His spent cock slipped from her lips as yearning built within her, fired by J.M.’s insistent stroking. J.M. drew her to her feet and sat her on the couch, then stripped off his clothes. When she saw his long, hard cock staring at her, she grabbed it and stroked, then pulled it into her mouth. She dove down three times before he drew himself free and tugged her forward to perch on the edge of the couch. J.M. knelt in front of her and she wrapped her arms around him as his cockhead nudged her opening. He drove forward, impaling her in one thrust.
“Oh, God, yes.”
He filled her with hot, hard cock, then pulled back and drove forward again. Quinn sat on the chair, his hand wrapped around his already swelling cock. Knowing he sat there watching them magnified the already intense pleasure of every thrust. Her vagina clamped around J.M.’s pistoning cock as it stroked her passage. The heat inside her swelled to joyful delight as he pumped into her again and again. His finger found her clit and he flicked the nub. Immediately, she burst into orgasm, gasping as she clung to him. He thrust deeper and faster until she wailed in joyful abandon, riding a long, intense wave of ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped back on the couch. J.M. leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
“God, you two are hot together,” Quinn said, his voice hoarse.
J.M. nibbled her ear. “Are you ready for the full treatment? Quinn and I?”
